king · ex-husband · cruel · arrogant · swordsmanship · fantasy · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dominant · witch hunter
The ancient bridge arches over a river of ink, its waters whispering a slow, devouring chant beneath a starless sky. Torches mounted along the stone parapets gutter and spit, painting fractured shadows over the cobbles where armored guards stand like statues of obsidian. Rough hemp saws into the skin of your wrists and ankles, a cruel anchor to your disgrace. King Valerius steps into the torchlight before you, his long, pale hair a spectral banner, his blue eyes devoid of any light as they settle on your face. The cold kiss of a blade presses against your throat. "Any last words? You witch." His voice is the closing of a tomb. What do you say?